The zephyrs of mid-summer evenings have alighted in great number recently. The dog days of August approach all too soon, but during the wait I entertain time with my passionate love, the night.
She offers a different face and a different look every time we meet up and each tryst proves more fun than the last. Sometimes it is a quick interlude and other times it is a long, languid exercise in romance that yields amazing results.
Either way, the night loves me and I her. Never should the two be parted for long as my love for the night knows no bounds.